Dalias hands rose unknown to her and covered Susans, holding it to her breast… feeling the warmth… their tongues touching again… exploring… thoughts and sounds and images swirled behind Dalias closed eyes and she felt their bodies touch. xxx18 “My GOD, I am so glad I shaved this morning,” she thought briefly. Breasts brushing together… nipples brushing… stomachs caressing. Dalia felt Susans fingers close over the buttons of her top… fumbling, yet certain… slowly releasing, one… after the other… the ivory white skin slowly coming into view…
Susans fingers brushed the tops of Dalias breasts… gentle… as if a butterfly had landed… Dalias back arch unwillingly, pushing hter soft flesh against Susans fingers…
Susans hand rose.




















